#Gold Chain Doll Necklace

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Menswear is So cute I rarely think about it but when I do I get very happy about it. I love it when guys have their little jackets that they unbutton when they sit down and little pleated trousers and belts or suspenders etc. love waistcoats dont get me started on shirt garters and dont get me started on when theres an undershirt. Unforchies the amount of people who like menswear and who also like men the way I do seems to be Zero

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AND THAT'S A WRAP ON WWDITS FILMING...[wails loudly]

I hope these actors know how much they have done for me, specifically. And how many times I have drawn their dumb faces dkjfhk.

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Waist up of Guillermo and Harvey Guillén on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Harvey!' Harvey's skin is slightly tanner than Guillermo's, his hair is sun-bleached and curling freely over his forehead, and he is wearing a blue knit crop top and denim overalls. He is hugging Guillermo from behind with his chin on his shoulder, grinning up at the viewer. Guillermo, wearing a white shirt and brown patterned cardigan, is cupping Harvey's hands with his own over his chest and looking at him with a fond smile, cheeks pressed together.

2. Waist up of Nandor and Kayvan Novak on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Kayvan!' Kayvan's skin is a rich brown against Nandor's vampire pallor and his half-up hair and slightly longer beard are graying; he is wearing a dangly gold earring in his left ear and is wearing a lime green button up tee with a red watermelon pattern. He has picked Nandor up in a hug with his arms wrapped around his waist. Nandor, wearing a long brown kaftan under a orange diamond-patterned coat with short furred sleeves, has his right hand braced on Kayvan's shoulder and the other wrapped around his back. They are both grinning widely and looking at the viewer.

3. Waist up of Nadja, Nadja doll, and Natasia Demetriou on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Natasia!' Natasia is lightly tanned and has chest wavy length hair with bangs, dark brown at the roots with honey brown and blonde highlights throughout. She is wearing a periwinkle skirt and bandeau top with an outer layer of translucent chiffon in the same color, along with poofy off-shoulder chiffon sleeves, several rings, and a thin chain necklace with her name on it. Nadja and Dolly are matching in dark blue v neck gowns with a gold pattern and front buttons, their hair half up in twin horns. Nadja is grinning at the viewer, fangs out, and leaning heavily into Natasia's side, pressing their shoulders together. Dolly sits on their shared shoulder space, perched directly between their heads with her arms around them, smiling up at the viewer. Nadja's right arm is up under Dolly to support her legs. Natasia's right arm is bent upward like one might do to support a perching bird and her left is palming Dolly's knees to keep her in place. She is smiling over at the Nadjas, half bent over from their weight leaning on her.

4. Waist up of Laszlo and Matt Berry on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Matt!' Matt is pale (but clearly more alive than Laszlo), with wavy shoulder length hair streaked with gray and a graying beard that has been allowed to grow a bit further past his chin. He is wearing a plain white tee shirt, denim jacket, and silver chain necklace. Laszlo is wearing a red button up dashingly open at the collar under a dark blue waistcoat and lighter blue jacket with a darker damask pattern. They are standing mirrored, back-to-back with their arms crossed and shoulders pressed together, looking back over their shoulders at each other. Matt smiles at his character lazily while Laszlo offers him a mildly salacious smirk.

5. Waist up of Colin Robinson and Mark Proksch on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Mark!' Mark is standing facing the viewer with squared shoulders, wearing a blue and white plaid shirt with a chest pocket, only the top button undone. Were it not for the color and a slight shape change to his glasses, you wouldn't be able to tell him from his character. Colin is standing directly behind and to the right of him, wearing a brown v neck sweater over a beige collar and dull red tie. His head is tipped back and his mouth is open in a wide grin, eyes glowing bright blue behind his glasses. Mark glances at him from the corner of his eye with a slightly amused smirk.

6. Waist up of the Guide and Kristen Schaal on a white background with small yellow polka dots. Cursive red and gold script in the top left corner says 'Thank you, Kristen!' Kristen is pale in a human way with chin length curly brown hair and is wearing a loose empire waist black tank top under a translucent yellow chiffon top with a frilled neckline and elbow length balloon sleeves. The Guide is smiling open-mouthed at Kristen and wearing her usual black square cap, jacket, skirt, and gloves. They are back to back, elbows linked together to keep each other close, with Kristen leaning backward into the Guide so she stoops forward slightly. Kristen's far hand flashes a peace sign as she grins over at the Guide, tongue between her teeth. /end ID

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Part 1 Part 2

Ghost was sweating bullets, feeling a little too warm for comfort as he stared at the articles of clothing he had on his bed, his closet practically empty. Since when was he a ‘I don’t have anything to wear’ guy? It wasn’t anything special, just dinner. He could throw on any button up and slacks, but the mere thought of appearing like he didn’t care had him wanting to strangle himself. He got you flowers, and a reservation at a nice Mediterranean place he’d been saving for, remembering a comment you made about how much you loved their food, but how expensive it was. He couldn’t do all that just for you to think he wasn’t serious. He had to have you! He gulped thickly, wondering how pretty you would look. Would you doll yourself up just for him? His heart threatened to break a rib from the inside at the thought.

A headache was starting to form in his skull as he carefully stared at what he had to work with. How did you like men dressed? He had never paid enough attention to your rambles before. You had to have said something though, that he couldn’t help but overhear. Alas, no matter how much he wracked his brain, the thought wouldn’t come to him. He wipes his sweaty palm on his bare thighs. You may have said something about black button ups, but he couldn’t remember if you had actually said that, or if his brain was just making something up out of desperation. Either way, he quickly put it on, choosing black slacks to go with it. Usually he wore silver, but he noticed you usually wore gold, not that you got the chance to wear jewelry often on base.

He wanted to match you, his face felt a little hot at the thought people would think you two were a couple, even if you technically weren’t yet. He quickly chose his few gold rings, along with a small chain around his neck. You had a similar necklace, only smaller and daintier. Maybe you’d be wearing it tonight. He had the image in his head, the pretty color on your skin, your pretty skin he wanted to bite and-

No, he reminded himself, we aren’t doing this right now. Checking the time, he figured he should get going soon if he wanted to show up early, and see that cute face of yours light up when he gave you the flowers.

Sure enough, once you opened your door and took in the sight before you, your pretty eyes Ghost had been admiring lit up, your lips quickly finding their way to his cheek. You might as well have electrocuted him. He stood dumbfounded at your door while you placed his gift in a vase. He quickly snapped out of it once your tapped his bicep, asking if he was ok.

"Oh, yes, love, more than okay"

Your face heated up at the look he gave you, his eyes obviously lingering on places a gentleman shouldn't be looking. It was the same when you got to the restauraunt. He knew in the back of his mind he appeared like a creep, but you were such a pretty one, he couldn't help but stare obsessively at you, especially now that you were so much closer, and he could see more details he couldn't spot from the distance he usually sat from you. Besides from that, as stressed as he'd been earlier, it was so easy to fall into conversation with you. He tried to keep the subject on you as much as possible, not because he didn't want to share anything about himself, but because he wanted to make up for lost time, learn as much about you as possible, so he could be your perfect man. If you would accept him, that is.

Shit, he wasn't even sure if you wanted to pursue something serious, meanwhile he was already trying to guess and imagine what wedding dress you'd like, and how you'd give him such cute babies. Little does he know you were more than happy to think about a future with him, though, to be fair, your thoughts were a little more impure, but still wholesome.

He was starting to question why he didn't start chasing after you sooner, when you knocked over your drink of choice. Ah, right, he had considered you useless and clumsy. He chuckled to himself, but practically got whiplash when you started apologizing profusely, turning red out of embarassment. How had he missed that before? God, you were just so cute. Ghost practically seethed at himself for not paying more attention and snatching you up sooner. But that thought quickly flew away as he started thinking about how he wanted to see you jump and yelp and laugh at your mistakes again and again, forever.

And sure enough, you did, as you knocked over various things as he dragged you along the darkness of his home, his assurances and kisses on your head that it was 'ok, love, just keep following him', until you both landed on his bed, soon to become yours too.

Most likely not gonna write a part 4, besides some more cute drabbles about Ghost x incompetent! Reader cuz idk I just love the concept

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An Equal

Feyd Rahtha x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, some violence (not very graphic), there is a moment where reader is touched without express consent (NOT FEYD THO)

Words: ~ 1.1K

Description: Feyd sees you as an exotic pet. Something to collect. Something to brag about. Until, one day, he finds out about human’s lethality. Being almost killed by you in a fit of rage, he realizes that you are not just an alien. You love him. - Based on this request

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“I feel like a fucking zoo exhibit.” You mutter, pulling at the ridiculous assortment of jewels and silks draped across your body. Zoo exhibit didn’t even remotely describe it….you were more like a piece of art on display. 

Every day, Feyd sent a darling to your rooms with the clothing he picked for you. They ranged from intricate to barely-there wisps of gauzy fabric. But today? He’d really outdone himself today. A silk skirt hung low on your hips, and the matching bra fit like a glove. A sheer shawl draped crossed your shoulders. Feyd spared no expense with jewels today. Delicate gold chains wound around your exposed waist. Your arms decorated in gold bands. 

“You look beautiful,” Feyd’s darling praised. “He will be pleased.”

You roll your eyes as the darling coils your hair into a loose updo. Of course Feyd would be pleased. His little pet is dolled up and ready to show off to every disgusting bureaucrat and diplomat here for the fight.

Feyd fought often, but you’d never seen him spar in the arena before. He insisted the darlings keep you away from the arena so he didn’t ‘break your weak earthling spirit’ too soon. You should be honored at how delicately Feyd treats you, given his awful temper and violent tendencies. You were anything but. It didn’t matter how often you tried to lash out and annoy him, Feyd always laughed at your antics. 

“Come with me, he wants to see you before the fight.”

Numbly, you follow the darling as she guides you through the maze of hallways. 

“My darlings,” Feyd greets you both. He’s standing amongst a group of diplomats, towering over most of them. 

“Is this her?!” One of the more brazen diplomats steps forward, examining you like some prized show animal. You grit your teeth in annoyance as he pokes and prods you, hands lingering suspiciously long. Looking to Feyd, it’s clear you’re not the only one upset with the display. Feyd’s eyes are glued to where the diplomat’s hands rest on your hip.

You roll your eyes, batting his hand away and moving to stand beside Feyd. “Where’s your leash, pet?” He asks, tilting your head up with a hand on your chin. Feyd’s fingers trail down your throat, toying with your delicate gold necklace.

“I left it next to yours,” you offer dryly. 

Feyd’s smirk dims, his hand instantly moving to grip your neck. The pressure is noticeable, but nowhere near the strength you know Feyd is capable of. “Watch your tongue, pet.” 

Sarcasm probably wasn’t the best move today. Normally, you would shy away from any behavior that could irritate Feyd. Not today. The lack of autonomy was wearing on you, slowly stripping whatever sense of self preservation you had left. Your eyes flick up to Feyd’s, choosing to stare him down rather than respond. 

The world melts away as you both refuse to back down from the silent challenge. The same diplomat from before breaks the tension. He bows quickly before addressing Feyd. “na-Baron, you were telling us earlier how well your earthling can play the baliset, I believe as our most gracious host that you should offer us so entertainme-”

“No.” 

You fight the urge to react, but you’re just as shocked as the diplomat. Feyd frequently made you perform for guests. 

“But, na-Baron-”

“No,” Feyd said. “The fight will begin soon. That will be entertainment enough.”

Of course. Feyd wasn’t refusing because the diplomat had mistreated you earlier. He just didn’t want to delay his precious fucking fight. You step back out of Feyd’s reach. “You should go prepare for your fight, na-Baron.” 

“You wound me,” Feyd smirks. “Are you not going to wish me well for this fight?”

“I believe the drugged slaves in the arena are luck enough, na-Baron.” Now you’re definitely playing with fire. Feyd’s fists clench and he reaches for the knife sheathed on his thigh. 

You brace yourself. This is it. You just couldn’t be satisfied with pretty dresses and Feyd’s condescending affection. The novelty has worn off, and he’s going to kill you. You shut your eyes, waiting for a blow that never comes. Instead, you hear the knife clatter against the floor.

“Pick it up.” Feyd orders.

“What-”

“Pick it up.”

“I-”

“Pick it up or you will take my place fighting those ‘drugged slaves’ in the arena.” Feyd’s tone is even, no hint of humor or whatever passes as a sick joke for him.

You crouch slowly, your face heating in anger and shame as you hear laughs from the group of guests. 

“na-Baron, she would be better suited as a prize for the victor.” Your hand tightens around the handle, and you see red. You recognize that voice. The disgusting diplomat. With the wandering hands. 

Trying to calm down, you force yourself to breathe evenly. Feyd’s eyes never drift away from you, his calculating stare watching your every move. As you straight up, you feel a hand grope your ass. “Let me take her place in the arena, na-Baron. I should have her cunt as a reward when I win.”

You snap, letting instinct and rage take over. Pivoting your stance, you drive Feyd’s knife into the stomach of the diplomat behind you. His hand drops from you as he screams in pain. “You bit-”

Feyd is silent. He hasn’t moved a muscle to help his guest. 

The diplomat scrambles back, tripping over his robes and falling to the ground. You can hear screaming from the onlookers, but everything sounds as if it’s underwater. You drop on top of the diplomat, stabbing him again and again. You let it all out. The anger. The frustration. The embarrassment. You pour everything you’ve bottled up from months of captivity into every stab. 

The knife slips from your hand, dropping to the floor. 

Your gaze focuses again.

He’s dead.

You look up.

Everyone but Feyd has fled.

He’s leaning against a pillar. Arms crossed as he watches the display with an unreadable expression.

Feyd pushes off of the pillar, walking towards you. He kneels beside you, picking the blade up and offering it to you. 

“Keep it.”

You laugh through the tears. Somehow those two words meant more to you than all the empty praise and gifts. In that moment, you're more than some pampered pet. 

An equal.

NOTE: Two uploads in two days? Is this Christmas? No, it's a request I finally completed!!! Sorry, no smut here! I was really feeling this prompt and it didn't organically develop into smut. Serious writing isn't something I normally do, so I hope it did your prompt justice!! ~ Lacie <3

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୨୧ Whiney Renjun ୨୧

| pairing: sub!Renjun x Dom!gn!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. NSFW link. Reader gets cuteness aggression for Renjun. Jerking off. Edging. Masturbation.

| wc: 2.3k

| aurora's note: welcome back, my sweet renjunnie <3

Renjun’s tendency to dress up nice for the airport never went unnoticed by anyone, honestly, but especially you. Every time he was leaving for something, he would wake up super early before he had to leave for his flight just so he could get all dolled up, and then whenever he would come back from his trips, he would be just as dolled up. You loved it. Watching him spend all that time getting ready, seeing the outcomes of his expensive fashion taste where he would be decorated in all kinds of pretty jewelry and sparkly makeup.

When your anniversary came around, Renjun was excited to spend it with you, until his company threw a schedule in Thailand at him for the weekend, leaving him with no time to see you like he expected. It was disappointing, truthfully. Spending your anniversary alone sucked… But things cheered up when you were scrolling through Twitter the following day to find pictures of Renjun circling around, everyone speculating where he was going alone and unscheduled while the other members of NCT Dream remained in Thailand for another interview they would have. You took note of his outfit. A loose, translucent black silk shirt that showed off his waist, and even his nipples; black slacks that hugged his ass and thighs well but were loose around his calves and hid his black leather boots. Honestly, people could’ve been fooled into thinking he was attending a funeral, if it weren’t for the fact that his shirt had a few buttons missing so that his long golden Chanel necklace was on display as it went down his heavage, mingling with other long gold chains and pearls. He looked handsome. But you didn’t understand where he was going, so you texted him an inquiry, asking if everything was alright. He didn’t reply. That was cause for concern, but you tried to believe that it was all because he was busy getting on his flight. Yeah, that was the answer.

You fell asleep while waiting for a reply from Renjun. It was an accident, you swear, so of course you were startled when you heard the front door of your apartment opening when, in your sleepy daze, you didn’t check your phone and immediately thought that someone was breaking in. However, just as you got up to find something to defend yourself with, you heard a familiar voice.

“I’m home!”

You froze. “Renjun?”

The sound of a roller bag being dragged across your apartment made you think about what happened before you fell asleep, how you saw those pictures of him at the airport, and that he never replied to your text… Was that why he got all dressed up? He left his schedules early to see you? Oh, you were gonna hurt him if that were the case— He knew better than to ditch work!

“Hi,” he greeted you with an excited bounce, his cheeks plump as his wide smile took over his face. “Happy anniversary.”

You jumped at him, flinging your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately while refusing to let go of him for even a millisecond. Renjun melted into your touch so easily. With his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, he let out a relieved sigh, his entire chest pressed against yours so that you could feel how warm he was, and how he was shaking with excitement. He must’ve missed you a lot if he was vibrating in your arms like that.

“How was your flight?” you asked, petting the back of his long hair.

He hummed a positive tone to tell you, “It was good,” without actually saying it. That just wouldn’t do. So you tugged slightly on the ends of his hair to force his face out of the crook of your neck in order to get a good look at his rosy cheeks before grinning at him. He was so fucking pretty. Whenever he got flustered and excited, his face got red, and his eyes got heavy-lidded, and his lips would inevitably curl into a smile that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You look cute today. What did you get dressed up for?”

Renjun bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from smiling. “For our anniversary.”

Your hands drifted around his body, feeling the way he stiffened in response, his soft tummy tightening when you tickled him slightly, his back shivering when you traced his spine, and his nipples getting hard under his sheer black shirt. “Silly boy, showing yourself off to the world just to get my attention.” Using your thumbs, you teased the very nipples that were poking out. “Did you know I’d see the pictures of you at the airport?” Renjun nodded vaguely. “Is that why you ignored my text?” He nodded again, gulping in fear of what you’d do since he’d been bad. “Mmm… I see… Well, let’s get a look at what you brought home for me, yeah?”

Renjun shivered as you began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the long chains of his necklace— But then you froze. Hidden beneath his outfit was a golden torso chain that was decorated with all kinds of bright jewels to make it really stand out as it coiled around his shoulders, wrapped around his chest, and tangled down over his belly button. You let out a quiet moan at the sight. He was truly the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen.

“When did you get this?” you interrogated him.

“Before I left, when I thought I’d be here for our anniversary.”

“Why?”

“For you.”

To hide his embarrassment, Renjun quickly smashed his lips against yours, his own hands daring to encourage you to touch him by grabbing your wrists and leading you around his chest, your fingertips drifting over his nipples to pry a moan out of him before he had you trace the gold chains. You moaned back.

“My pretty boy…”

Renjun whined, driving his hips forward in order to rub against your body— You smirked when you felt his erection against your leg. He really, really did miss you, and he hadn’t even been gone that long! Fuck, he was fucking adorable.

“Take off your pants, sweet boy.”

So Renjun obeyed. His lips parted from yours in order to give him space to look down as he undid his belt before unbuttoning his black slacks so that they could naturally slide down his legs and fall onto the floor. You hesitated at the sight. No underwear… And the best part was, he was hiding black lace tights underneath. He’d been out in public like that, paparazzi and fans following him through the airport in Thailand and Korea. You thought that the worst of it was the sheer top, but no… Underneath all that, a secret surprise just for you, as an anniversary gift, was him truly dolled up head to toe.

Slowly, you crouched down, neglecting his cock that was standing upright already, your focus stayed glued to his thigh-high tights. “So fucking pretty…”

When you started running your hands up and down his legs slowly, Renjun’s breath shuddered. He reached out to hold onto your shoulders. His hands shook against you, his breathing uneven, hips continuing to drive forward in the hopes that you would touch his aching cock. But you didn’t. Instead, you kissed his bare thighs just above his tights.

“Fuck,” he cursed through a shuddered breath.

“You need me this bad?” Teasingly, you pressed the pad of your index finger against his tip, pulling away slowly to see his pre-cum sticking to your touch in a string that slowly fell with gravity before it stuck to his thigh. “Needy boy.”

To your surprise, Renjun grabbed your wrist and lifted you back up to your feet for another kiss that kept you distracted while he brought your hand to his cock, guiding you to slowly drag your fist down from his tip to the base. He let out a whine into your mouth. While you weren’t exactly happy with him thinking that he could make you do what he wanted, you decided to give him that one victory because your reward was the pretty sounds he made. Renjun was the most precious thing in the world— The most gorgeous being, the only one capable of making you melt with cuteness aggression that had you stepping around him so that the front of your body was pressed to his back, your lips moving from kissing him to drifting along his neck. He shivered. The hand he put on his cock continued to jerk him off torturously slow, despite his attempts to jerk your hand faster, so he whined and struggled against your chest, but you reached around with your free hand to hold his torso still, your fingers playing with the gold chains decorating his body.

While Renjun stilled against you to show his obedience, you began picking up your pace, grinning at the way he pathetically whined and tried his best to not fight against you. His hands left your wrist to grab your thighs instead. It felt so good to have him kneading your own body while you got him off. Shit, maybe you should’ve done something more to surprise him for your anniversary… There were a few ideas you had in mind for gifts, but now you were second guessing yourself, knowing you had to go above and beyond for him. This was a good start. Having him in your arms, his cock throbbing for you, your name rolling off his tongue with a chorus of whines.

“Please, please, please, let me cum, please!” He fucked into your hand desperately, chasing his high until you suddenly pulled away with an evil chuckle. Renjun whined as his cock jumped desperately for some kind of friction to get him off. “No, please!”

“I’m sorry, sweet boy,” you faked an apology with a teasing voice. “I’ll let you cum soon, I promise.”

He shook his head with pleading eyes. Not another one. He didn’t want to edge anymore, he just wanted to cum for you. How could you be so mean to him?

But it was that looking exactly that convinced you it was worth it to torture him because he looked so freaking adorable in the process. His big, sad, pleading eyes… His hands struggling to stay clasped behind his back… His cock dripping pre-cum all over the floor.

When you could tell that his edge passed, you slowly returned to touching him, slowly jerking him off just to get that cute reaction out of him where he closed his eyes and fell forward slightly while moaning your name. Attaboy. Your good boy.

“I’m already close…”

“I’ve barely touched you.”

“I can’t take much more.”

“Here,” you said, taking his hand and leading it to his cock, “make yourself cum for me.”

Renjun whimpered once more as he wrapped his gentle grip around his base before slowly pumping back and forth while you continued to palm his tip. He didn’t hold back— Not like you did. While you had taken your time with him, finding it fun to tease and edge him, Renjun chased his orgasm as quick as he could because it felt so good after all that torture, and with you still behind him while you played with his sensitive nipples.

“Maybe we should get clamps for these.” You pinched them gently. “Have one of the pretty ones with a chain hanging between them to match the rest of you.”

Renjun whined with a nod of agreement.

“You’d like that?”

He kept nodding.

“What if I made you wear them under sweatshirts when we’d go out with your friends, hmm? They’d never know how dirty you are… That you like it when I play with you and embarrass you.”

He turned his face away from you so that you couldn’t see his blush, but you knew him better than that. You had every detail of him memorized. So he could hide from you, sure, that made it even more cute because he thought he could actually get away with it.

“Go faster.”

Renjun’s hand pumped as fast as he could go, his moans getting quicker and louder before the inevitable happened. His head fell forward in defeat before he croaked, “Please… May I cum?”

Holding him steady in your arms so that he wouldn’t fall over like he had a tendency to do, you bit his ear lobe and whispered to him, “Cum for me.”

Renjun let out a gasp as he finally let go. All that excitement and build up of coming home to surprise you while wearing his new gifts for you, then having you tease and edge him until he was nothing but a whining mess, it finally crashed down on him. He shook in your arms, his legs giving out beneath his weight. Thankfully, because you knew him better than anyone, your hold on his body kept him upright, and he didn’t have to worry about keeping his footing since you had such a firm and steady grip. All he had to do was focus on cumming. And that he did. He sounded and looked so fucking pretty as his cum shot out onto the floor then dribbled down onto his black thigh highs.

“They look cute stained with your cum, sweet boy.”

Renjun was embarrassed by it, but there was nothing to do about it while you continued to hold him and his orgasm kept him preoccupied.

“Okay, okay,” you cooed lovingly, prying his pumping fist away from his drained and overstimulated cock. “You did good, baby, I’m proud of you.” With a kiss to his neck, you led him to the bed so that he could sit down. “Catch your breath.”

But Renjun stood up on his shaky legs, his cum stained hands grabbing onto your shirt for stability as he kissed you passionately. Both of you were smiling as he mumbled something about having the best anniversary ever. You were just relieved that he was there with you— Sex aside, having Renjun home was the best feeling in the world, and you couldn’t wait to baby and tease him until his next schedule out of the country.

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Hi! I was wondering if u can write how simon ghost riley reacts to if u want to fem!reader being all dolled up for an event or sumn. you imagine the rest 😭😭😭😭😭. love ur writing btw 🙏

A Day for First’s and Adding a Second

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x wife fem!reader

Summary: It’s your and Simon’s son’s kindergarten graduation so you have to dress nicely and Simon loves it. Also a little surprise at the end.

Word Count: 1,686

Warnings: slightly NSFW (grinding while fully clothed) so 18+, established relationship, fluff at the end, reader is called love once, Simon being all hot and bothered, Price is your dad 🫣, pregnancy mentioned towards the end, is fem!reader and should be POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡

Notes: This is my first Simon fic and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. Part of me adores it and the other thinks it’s trash, either way I wanted to respond to this request as it’s so sweet and the idea is adorable. I hope I was able to do your request justice my love! Also flashback are in italics.

You don’t often dress fancy but today your and Simon’s son was going to be graduating kindergarten. He goes to a private school at the moment so there were certain expectations and dress codes that you had to follow whether you wanted to or not.

The kids were all to wear navy blues and the parents were all to wear white or black. Everyone dressing formally.

You were currently getting ready in yours and Simons shared bathroom while Simon was helping your son finish getting ready.

You decided pretty quickly that while you would’ve loved to wear a white dress, being around children for up to three hours did not go well with the color white.

So you went with a black dress that reached right above your knees with loose sleeves that went down your arms to help make sure that you wouldn’t be cold with a neckline that was set right above your chest. The dress wasn’t to form fitting so that you would be able to sit for an hour or two without being uncomfortable or feeling constricted.

You were just finishing up your preferred makeup look when there was a light tap at the bathroom door.

You call out a small come in but start digging through the jewelry box on the counter that Simon had slowly been filling up over the years that you had been together no matter how much you protested against it.

You heard the door click open but didn’t hear Simon come in but you could feel his presence there, you always could.

“Hey Si, which necklace do you think I should wear?” You’re holding a necklace in each hand. The one in your right hand was the first necklace he had ever gotten you for your 6 month anniversary. It had two pear-shaped diamonds at the center surrounded by round-cut diamonds on a sterling silver chain.

The one in your left was a necklace that had been passed down through your family line and not too long ago your dad gifted it to you as a birthday present. It has 20 round shaped diamonds and in the center sits an oval shaped diamond with a white gold setting on a Singapore chain.

You usually didn’t have a hard time choosing a piece of jewelry but today you were slightly conflicted and his silence wasn’t helping.

You finally look up from the jewelry in your hand to look into the mirror and find Simon leaning against the bathroom door frame in an all black suit with gloves to match. He usually wears a black face mask out in public but he doesn’t have it on yet leaving it off until you were all ready to leave.

You feel his gaze slide along your body leaving a hot trail in its wake and you patiently wait until his eyes connect with yours in the mirror. Once they do you can’t help the sharp breath that escapes your mouth from the intense look he is holding in his dark brown hues.

A hum starts in your core when he steps towards you in three large steps and slightly leans his weight into you causing you to lean over the counter slightly.

You squeeze your eyes shut relishing in the heat surrounding you. Your lips part in a silent gasp when he slides his hand down your spine leaving it to settle on your hip and in the same moment runs his mouth along the arch of your neck and up to your ear.

“If we didn’t have somewhere to be I would take my time ravishing you against this sink.” His deep voice wraps around your body making goosebumps trail the lengths of your arms.

The impact of his words on your hazy brain makes you grind back against him, he lets out a small groan and rocks his hips into you while tightening his grip on your hip and pulling you back against him causing the perfect amount of friction.

You’re both lost in the moment trying to keep your moans and his grunts as quiet as possible so that your son didn’t hear.

Your body is getting hotter the longer you both claw at each other. It has been too long since the last time you’ve had the chance to feel each other's skin without being interrupted. You can tell that he’s getting close from the way his breath is puffing at your ear and he’s pulling you into him harder and harder, almost lifting your feet up off the ground.

Your ears are starting to ring from the pleasure and the rope in your stomach that is pulling taut when you hear little feet running across the house combined with giggling when you yank yourself away from Simon and open your eyes for the first time since this whole ordeal started.

You're busy trying to fix your dress and Simon is adjusting the bugle in his slacks when you hear the running stop outside yours and Simon's shared room before picking up again and the giggling sounding farther away.

He’s staring at you again when you look up at him making the fire in your body that was slowly sizzling out to start up again.

“The one your dad gave you.” You look at him confused for a moment and he smirks lightly, “the necklace.”

You look over at the two necklaces that had been carelessly tossed onto the counter during your moment. You pick up the necklace he said and offer it to him while moving your hair out of the way making your neck available for him.

You face the mirror and once he’s behind you you look into his eyes in the mirror, “Speaking of my dad,” you let out a sigh,”he offered to babysit tonight.”

He pauses mid wrapping the chain around your neck, his eyebrows lifting, “Price actually offered to watch him?”

You roll your eyes, “How many years have we been together and how old is our son now? I’m pretty sure my dad being mad at you is gone by now.”

He latches the necklace and slides his hand around you to grip your chin making sure your eyes stay connected in the mirror, “I don’t know,” he moves his mouth right up against your ear making you shiver, “I can still hear how mad he was when he found out his lieutenant was doing more than helping his captain's daughter move into her new flat.”

You sigh, mind flashing back to the day that all the tension between you and Simon finally snapped.

You had found a flat to finally move into and your dad was supposed to help you but something came up at work that was a bit more important so he sent over a man he knew he could rely on. What he didn’t know is that you and Simon had been fighting the urge to give into one another and you two being alone all day? It was bound to happen.

Price had walked in when Simon was helping you put the last of the furniture in which was your couch. You weren’t in a compromising position or anything but your neck was littered with love bites. You had a glow to you that you didn’t have that morning when you saw Price, and you were wearing Simon’s shirt leaving him with just a black wife beater on.

The man flew into a rage slamming his fist into Simon's face and a shocked Soap was left gawking until he kicked into gear yanking his captain up off of his lieutenant which was not an easy feat.

Simon didn’t fight back one bit as he knew that this was the reaction he was going to get. The captain had made one rule with his team, “Don’t touch my fucking daughter.”

It took months for your dad to even be okay with seeing you together at all. He could see how in love with each other you were and so the day Simon asked for his blessing he of course said yes.

You're pulled out of your thoughts from Simon sighing into your neck and gently kissing a sensitive spot. “Was thinking we could maybe make your favorite dinner and watch a movie?”

He nods, stepping away from you, “sounds good to me love.”

You give him a smirk in the mirror, “I also have a surprise for you.”

His eyes glide over you again focusing on how the dress hugs you in all the right places, “oh really? I’m going to hold you to that so no getting all cuddled up in my lap and falling asleep early.”

You know he’s teasing so you snort and roll your eyes before shooing him out of the bathroom trying to keep a knowing smile hidden, “I’m almost ready so why don’t you go get our little energy ball in his car seat.”

He gives you a quick kiss before walking out of the room and you hear him calling for your son. You listen for a moment to make sure he won’t be coming back and once you're sure you pull out a little key to unlock a part of the jewelry box.

You dig your hand into the open drawer and pull out a light blue rectangle box with a pink ribbon tied around it. Inside the box were three positive pregnancy tests. You wanted to be sure and didn’t want to get your hopes up so you wanted to take more than one.

You were so excited to tell him about the pregnancy as a few weeks ago he came to you asking if you would ever want another baby. You were hoping for a little girl this time around, the perfect addition to your family of three. Adding a second bundle of joy to your lives.

You hear Simon calling into the house for you and you yell back that you were coming. You put the little box back into the drawer and grab your purse and leave the room thinking about how your life is so different than what you thought it would be and honestly you couldn’t be happier.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you liked this little fic! I wasn’t sure how to go about the ending so personally don’t know how to feel about it and would love some feed back. Anyways I hope you all have amazing days <3

Requests are open! I can not promise when or if I will write them but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them a little bit easier to write but it’s not required. Thanks for reading my darlings ♡

[angelwishess]

୨୧ TWST HCS !~

Heartslabyul | Savannaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomfiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

— Rambling / Details utc~

Since Heartslabyul is based on Alice in Wonderland, I thought it’d fit for everyone to look super unique in some aspect!! Ace is the only one that wears a varisty jacket, Deuce has the most piercings, Trey has a bunch of different glasses, and Cater has the most accessories !! And Riddle….. hes Riddle idk /j

Riddle: He is a pretty boy and no one can convince me otherwise. I didn’t add it but i imagine hes rather pale, and gets embarrasingly red in the heat. Has the most beautiful purple-blue eyes and almost looks like a doll honestly. Slight, reddish freckles if u look hard enough lol (I also hc that he gets a white streak of hair after Book 6, but I forgot to add it 😭)

Ace: I didn’t add it, but I imagine he wears a varsity jacket instead of the school blazer!! The thought of him looking like a typical disney show bully was just too funny to me. Much messier / fluffier hair, and has such long, dark lashes that it makes every girl he’s ever known jealous. He knows it too, and hes an ass about it, will flutter his lashes whenever someone mentions it. Had stud piercings because yes !!! (Regarding the varsity jacket, I’ll draw how I think it looks some time :3)

Deuce: Slightly longer hair, but he tries his best to keep it neat. Has alot of ear piercings, but he tries to cover it up with his hair 😭. Super pretty bottom lashes , and a nice beauty mark underneath his eye. Has really pretty lips :3 He tries to wear both his nrc and dorm uniform as correctly as possible (struggles to tie a tie and has to redo it like 50 times) (<- His tie still ends up a lil wonky lol)

@skibidibabygirl DEUCE MENTIONED

Trey: I will be honest, I struggled alot with him 😭. Couldn’t think of anything major, but I thought it’d be nice to give him colorful glasses teehee. I would’ve done something better with that but I couldn’t find any good refs 😭, but i imagine he has a lot of cool looking glasses he just switches up cuz why not its silly and i like it HEHE. I added two little beauty marks on him too, as well as some gold ear piercings. One being a lil hoop like Cater’s :33. Idk if its noticable but I made his shoulders broader too!! That man is built no one can convince me otherwise baking weirdly has a lot of arm strength involved 😭

Edit: I imagine him to have a bunch of glasses like these!!!

Cater: Fashion KING. He LOOVES to accessorize. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, you name it !! I added some lil chain thingys on his tie too :3 Slightly longer blazer, and oversized pants. I gave him lip piercings just because it looked cool tbh HAHAHA, messier hair and two beauty marks under his eye to match Trey !! <3 He has painted nails, and I also gave him a hair clamp that makes his lil ponytail into the shape of a diamond if you look at him from behind. Customizes his uniforms as much as possible, the opposite of Deuce LMAOO

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Heyyy I absolutely love your work!! Could I request a drabble of Bucky being completely smitten with the reader or a headcanon when the reader is sick??? Merci beaucoup mademoiselle🫶💖

Two Floors

PAIRINGS: 40's!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF, angst (if you squint), mentions of not haveing enough money

WORD COUNT: 1,759 (got carried away lol)

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

“Oh c’mon doll, can’t leave a poor man hangin’,” he says as he runs to catch up with you. You roll your eyes as he comes to walk along side you.

“Buchanan, I told you to go annoy Rogers instead. I have much more important things to do,” you bite in his direction as you make your way through the streets of Brooklyn.

Graduating high school, a month ago with your best friends, Bucky and Steve, was something your dreamed of when you met the two boys the first time your moved into the old apartment complex.

Since then, the three of you have become inseparable.

But something eats away at your heart, a painful piece of emotion that just slowly chews away at your peace.

“You got a job already?” Bucky asks as he slides his hands into his pockets. You adjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder and nod your head, “just a small secretary job at the library. Enough to earn something until I finally decided what I wanna do with my life.”

Bucky laughs and lets out a low whistle, “still that ‘always need to know whay my future is’ type o’ girl, yeah?” You shake your head and slap his arm, “quit it, Buchanan. Or I’m telling Winnie your being an ass.”

Bucky rubs his arm, a little sore from your slap. “My ma trusts you more than the Lord himself,” Bucky comments, the loosely swinging his arm over your shoulder.

You doesn’t push it away.

“That’s because I don’t go bring random girls back home and make them scream my name in the middle of the night,” you smirk as you reveal you know of his nightly activities.

Bucky stops, forcing her stop. The look on his face is horrific and you snort and slap his chest at his reaction. “How’d you-,” he starts, but you continue to laugh.

“Becca tells me everything, Buchanan,” you wink at him before you start walking again. He breaks out of his reverie and jogs to catch up with you, “doll, it ain’t like that.”

You laugh and shake your head, “do I look like I care who you mess around with, Buchanan?” He pauses and shakes his head, it looks like to you he’s a bit upset, “no, you don’t”

You were about to say something else, but something caught your eye.

You stop and gasp as you walk towards the window of the shop.

The great glass pane with the large painted letters on it does not stop you from viewing the contents inside of the store.

The dainty little locket sits at the back of the display, hiding behind all the extravagant jewels. You know that the owner would’ve expected people to look at the jewels.

But the locket, it hangs lovingly from a thin gold chain. The oval case rests just in between the collarbone.

You think it’s the most beautiful piece you’ve ever seen.

Bucky see’s you view the locket and how in awe you are in as you frame a picture of it in your mind.

“Why don’t you get it,” Bucky suggests, nodding at the piece of jewellry. You let out a sad laugh, “because it costs more than our parents’ rent combined, Buchanan.”

You bite your lip while still looking at the necklace, “a girl could dream.”

You sigh and pull away, “let’s go.”

------- The Rogers’, the Barnes’ and your parents all stand in front of you as they sing ‘Happy Birthday’ for the eighteenth time in your life.

After they finish the song, out of key, you drag the simple knife down the cake, and they start cheering.

Your mother cuts up slices and hands it to everyone, you get up from the dining table and smooth out the wrinkles of the emerald green cotton dress your mother sewed for you.

The dad’s gather as they converse about the lastest sports, the mom’s are in the kitchen laughing as the cook dinner. Steve, Bucky, Rebecca and you sit in the living room.

You go against the opinions of Steve’s and Bucky’s as they complain about how high school was the worst time of their life.

“Look guys, you can’t say that,” you chastise them softly, “Becca, you’re in your junior year. It’s one of the best times you’ll ever experience.”

Becca nods, as Steve shakes his head to Bucky and Bucky mouths a ‘No’ in Becca’s direction.

“Buchanan,” you throw the couch pillow at him.

-------

“Hey, can I come in?” Bucky knocks on the window of your bedroom.

The party was over, and you’re parents went out to have a quick little dinner. They were upset because they didn’t want to leave you on your special day, but you knew how hard they’ve been working, and they didn’t have time to themselves. So you pushed them out the door and yelled a ‘have a great time’.

Bucky crouches on metal ridges that is your fire escape, waiting for your permission to enter your room.

You jump out of bed and raise your window a bit higher so he can fit in. “Are you out of your mind, Buchanan?” You whisper-yell at him.

He shrugs, “what? I live two floors above your doll, nothing to be worried about.” The wink he throws you way, makes you roll your eyes.

But there’s a place in your heart where it instantly becomes warm.

Because, even if Bucky was a player at times, he still caught your heart.

You did roll your eyes at his antics. But your smile was true from how playful he is.

You’d say ‘Quit it, Buchanan’, but in your mind you’d always whisper a ‘Don’t ever stop’.

You knew you were falling for Bucky, but you always forced those feelings down.

Because you knew, he won’t feel the same.

“What needed my attention so badly, that you had climb down to get here,” you cross your arms and narrow you’re eyes at him.

He smirks and sits on your bed, “well, I haven’t given you my present yet.”

You freeze.

You’re also confused.

“What? Of course you did, your family gifted me the Aesop Fable set,” you say as you walk to stand in front of him.

You vividly remember getting the gift, because it was something you have been telling Becca about for so long. And you squealed when you opened their present

But Bucky shakes his head, “no doll. They gave you, their gift. I haven’t given you mine.”

You pause, and you swear your heart starts beating a little faster.

“What”? You whisper, because you know you voice will crack if you spoke louder.

He pats the space next to him, “sit down, doll.”

You gulp and go sit down next to him, you obediently place you hands on your thighs as you wait for the next part.

Bucky gives a smile. But it’s different, you have never seen this look on Bucky before. The softness of his eyes, the way his cheeks are slightly flushed, the little crinkles at the corners of his lips as he maintains that smile.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box.

The box looked like it was originally used to store a single chocolate ball, but the lettering on it worn out and the edges are a bit jagged.

You look at bucky with confusion, “what is thi-.”

He interrupts you, “just open it f’me, doll.”

And you do.

“Bucky, no.”

The locket stares back up at you, the gold glints under the light of your room.

“You-you can’t be serious, thi-this has to be a joke,” you turn to face him with tears lining your eyes. You heart has never beaten so fast in your entire life.

Bucky’s grin widens and nods, “got it this morning, just for you.” He says your name so softly that you think it might break if he said it to harshly.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your head against his shoulder as you whisper your million ‘thank you’s’.

Bucky chuckles and rubs your back, “anything for you, doll.”

“Why, why me? Why this?” you shake your head against him.

“Because I gotta tell the girl, who lives two floors below me, that I’m in love with her,” Bucky pulls back and cups the back of your neck.

You gasp softly and furrow your brows at him, your shock so evident on your face.

“Gotta tell her that I’ve been after her since the day she moved into this building,” Bucky leans in and you follow.

How have you been so daft to not see this?

You close your eyes and stop until you’re a hair width’s away from Bucky’s lips.

“Gotta tell her how much I’ve been dreamin’ about her, and how she’s the only thing on my mind,” Bucky whispers, and you feel his breath hits your lips.

He softly places his lips on yours, and you move your hands to cup his face. You both move your lips in tandem to the other, as you try to feel more of one another.

He pulls away breathlessly and you follow suit.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time, doll,” he chuckles and leans in to place soft kisses on your jaw.

You giggle and whisper a ‘me too’.

Bucky takes the locket from your hands and starts to put it on for you.

He soon as he done, he leans back and sees how beautifully the necklace sits just above the dip of your collarbone.

“Open it up,” he nods at the locket. You smile and follow his orders, you gasp as you see a picture of your seventeenth birthday, with the Rogers’ and Barnes’, at Coney Island. And the other side had a picture of you and Bucky at Prom.

You didn’t have a date, well you did but he stood you up. So Bucky stepped in and became your man for the night.

You look up at him and have no words to say.

“I-,” you start but can’t finish your sentence.

“I know, doll. I know,” he smiles. “Been saving those tiny pictures for a while, but it was worth it,” he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes and relish this feeling that hangs in the air.

The feeling that you have been wanting to feel for so long now, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

“Hmm, doll,” he whispers back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, doll.”

💌💌💌

OMG! MY FIRST EVER ANON!!

HELLO NONNIE!!!

Love this ask, I've always had this idea in mind, but never really knew how to write it.

I guess this is just a messy way of writing it lol.

I hope this is what you were looking for nonnie!!!

Lemme know what you lovelies think!!

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[tainted-liquor]

'Perfect Wifey―୨୧⋆ ˚

₊˚⊹♡ ╰➝ 'Don't start with me.' - Miles G. Morales

°˖➴ E42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader ✧˖ °Ingredients: Salt and Sugar! (hurt/comfort) ˗ˏˋTWs: Swearing, petty behavior idk ⟡W/C: 820! A/N: Another request I got! Enjoys luvs 💗

"C'mon! Sabes que no lo quise decir de esa manera! I just need you to chill out f'me, princesa!" your boyfriend huffed as he crossed his arms against his chest. You were currently arguing about his inconsistency when it came to dates, promising one thing and doing the other. Just earlier today you stood outside for 4 hours, all dolled up and pretty for your boyfriend who never showed up. "Chill out? What the fuck you mean relax?! I was outside, for FOUR HOURS! IN HEELS! WAITING ON YOU!" you shouted, picking up your cream-colored bear off your bedside and hurling it at Miles's chest. "I can't fucking believe you! You could've shot me a text, a call, fuck you could've sent a PIGEON!" You yelled as small beads of tears clouded your vision. You sighed deeply, wiping your eyes and closing your eyes to refrain from making any dumb decisions.

"I will see you tomorrow. I need you to leave right now, I can't look at you" you explain in a calm and controlled voice. "Mami, lo siento-" he began, quickly shutting up as you weakly raised your hand (a silent communication of shut the fuck up). He quietly looked down at the floor, placing your stuffed bear safely on your nightstand before quietly exiting your room through the door. You sighed, slipping into your bathroom to do stress-stimulated skincare, angrily swiping at your face with your soapy hands. Every fiber in your body seemed to burn with a mix of rage and sadness, feeling those crybaby tears begin to invade your vision once more.

You slipped into your favorite pair of pajamas, feeling a sudden movement on your neck and freaking out at the unfamiliar sensation. You instantly sigh, pressing a hand to your chest and giggling when you realize it was just your necklace. Well, the necklace Miles had bought for you a while back for your birthday. You unclipped the necklace, watching as the solid gold 'M' spun on the chain before gently placing it on your bathroom sink. You sighed to yourself, contemplating when everything went downhill as you got comfortable in your pink bedsheets and drifted off to sleep.

You woke up the following morning with your mind in a daze. Your bonnet was half off, your phone was nowhere in sight, and you could feel how puffy your eyes were from crying the previous night. You sighed before quickly getting yourself together, throwing on your uniform, and preparing to start another long and tiring week of school. There was only one key detail missing from your dull grey and blue uniform, which slipped your mind as you began to make your way to school at the fucking crack of dawn. That pretty pretty pendant that you always wore around your neck.

The first few minutes in the building were normal, you scrolling mindlessly through your phone as you leaned against your locker. That was all fine and dandy until you felt that familiar presence that always let you know comfort was right next to you. You sighed, lifting your head completely from your phone to see Miles. "Princesa, escúchame por favor. I need to tell you something important," he began as he held your chin gently in between his hands, making sure you maintained eye contact. He was about to explain something 'important', before he cut himself off, staring directly at the empty space on your collarbone.

"¿Dónde es? Chiquita, dime ahora mismo. ¿Dónde está tu collar?" He asked with a suddenly firm glare. He gently raised your phone, ensuring that the semi-clear pink case you always wore still contained the Polaroid of the two of you. He didn't notice immediately, but he sighed in relief when he saw that all-too-familiar photo of the two of you last year. "Sorry, I forgot it on my bathroom sink..." you sighed as you mindlessly felt for the solid piece of gold, immediately feeling terrible when you realized it wasn't there. "Don't start with me. I don't care how petty you feel, the world gon' know you mines," he spat with narrow eyes.

You could tell he was a little irritated, but he still pulled you into a tight hug and rested his chin on the top of your head. "Look mama, I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do that again, aight? I need to talk to you about something though, leave your window open f'me" he explained as he held you impossibly closer to his body. "Yeah, okay I- WINDOW?" you frantically queried with a bewildered expression. "Fuck you mean my window? Why my window?" Miles didn't give you an answer, only laughing at your question and giving you a pat on your back. "Don't worry about it. I'll be over later, alright?" he assured as he gave you a peck on the forehead, tugging your hand as you followed him to your morning advisory.

taglist in the works I swear😭

[gilverrwrites]

I love your sugar daddy Oz fics…would you ever consider doing sugar daddy Roman?

I’m on my knees for those mobster bastards.

AN: I don't really know what my plan for this was, I don't know what's wrong with me, I just would let this man do atrocious things to me and then say thank you, Daddy, when he's done, anyway I hope you have some padding on your knees and that you enjoy whatever this mess is lmao. F!Reader/Black Mask, ≈450 word blurb CWs: Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby dynamic, objectification, bimbo/dumbification, mild misogyny, mild gunplay, implied paypigging, swearing, brief dirty talk, name calling: bitch

18+ MDNI

Sugar Daddy Roman calls you his baby, but you're not really. What you are is his perfect little doll.

Sugar Daddy Roman keeps to preened and pampered. He's scheduled and paid up for your hair, nails, and wax, every six weeks for the rest of your life. He takes you shopping often, so he can parade you through the streets of Gotham, so he can watch you trying on every teeny tiny dress, or big shiny necklaces that takes his fancy, so he always has the perfect outfit ready for you every morning, ones that matches his tie or chains. Dressing you up like his own personal Barbie.

Sugar Daddy Roman expects you not to speak unless spoken to, especially around his business associates. You're like an accessory, a status symbol, akin to a luxury car or a gold Rolex; an object.

Just sit still and look pretty, while he has you sat on his lap, tapping his leg to build heat in your core, or when he pulls up your skirt and slips himself, nice and slow into your warm and wet hole. No underwear, that would just slow him down, you're a possession, after all, one that's made for aesthetics and ease. That's it, turn your brain off while Sugar Daddy Roman and his men focus on getting some work done, you don't need to help, don't need to think, the only things that should matter to you are doing what you're told, what your daddy tells you to do.

When you're not around, Sugar Daddy Roman texts you incessantly. He knows your rules, and the cost associated with each message, so he double, and triples each deposit to your bank, hoping he’ll get a faster response. He sends you pictures of his tip, poking out of the waistband of his trousers, of his bulge pressed up against that barrel of the same gun he likes to have you suck on when you mouth-off at him.

When you send back risque pictures of your glossy lips and low-cut dresses paid for by his money, Sugar Daddy Roman loses it, replying with videos of his gloved hand shoved deep into his boxers, jerking himself furiously. The sound of his panting and cursing fills your speakers, “Nasty fuckin’ tease, can't wait to get you home baby, daddy’s got some serious fuckin’ plans lined up for his good little bitch.”

[puffins-studio]

Hazel Levesque 💎

I love Hazel! And am so glad with how she turned out, I feel like I did her old doll justice for doing 3D hair for her, as the old one was just the flat outline. I had to give her purple in my re do of the 7

Percy and Annabeth,

Nico and Will (tsats spoilers)

Jason

Leo

I have headcannons for her outfit under the cut. A lot of them are mixed with Nico as I love him and I need more of them being siblings

[ID: The picture is a felt doll that is the shape of a gingerbread men with a big circle head. The doll is of Hazel Levesque. She have dark brown felt for skin, and golden brown curly head. She have ears with earrings that were dangling yellow thread with blue beads to look like gold with gems, on her right ear there there gold dots and one purple bead. She wearing a camp Jupiter shirt and a purple skirt. Grey leggings and black shoes with purple laces. She has a bracelet that had a around purple bead for a camp half blood bead. And a necklace that is a yellow thread with a big blue center bead and little purple beads on the side.:ID]

Hazel headcannons

Shoes

-She totally took Nico’s shoes.

Skirt

-When Hazel first came back with Nico and they was trying to get her clothes. Nico offered her pants as it cold and she wasn’t sure as she didn’t really wear pants before, but she took them as maybe she had her first a blackout and she wanted to be a far as she could away from what she looked like back then when she was all long skirts and braids.

Then one day when they were hanging in the hades cabin, this after Nico been talking with Hazel about Will and he letting himself just be himself and everything. Hazel just sat up a bit inspired and is just ‘I want a skirt’ and Nico smiled at her ‘let’s get you a skirt’

Earrings

-Hazel just trying to express herself and she want to be like the other girls so she thought about getting her ears pierced. Nico was just going to take her but Jason and Percy over heard their planning and decide to make it a big 3 outing. When they were in the shop Nico wonders over as he spot some sun earrings he kinda likes. Hazel noticed and is like ‘you can get your ears pierced too’. And he unsure but then Jason and Percy notice and try to say it not odd for boys to get their ears done too and are like ‘we will get ours pierced too if you get yours pierced’. So they all do and Nico get earrings with suns and one that has stars with chains. Hazel have them pick some for her and Percy pick some houses ones. Jason grab dangling purple flowers, and nico grab skulls ones slightly as a joke but he also grab some nice gem ones. And just them all rocking back up to camp, Hazel with her gems, Percy with little owls/ or fish. And Jason black lighting bolts, And Nico with the little suns.

-One of Will’s siblings wanted to make earrings during craft time so Nico got a little kits with beads and sats in his cabin learning how to do it before he bought it to craft time so he would be able to show how/help the Apollo kids make them, and he give some earrings to hazel.

Bracelet

Nico give her a camp bead to remind her she has a home in both camp, and she wear it on her wrist so it doesn’t get in the way and so she can see it more

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Some of my fav Vampire Guillermo outfits from my ongoing paper doll insanity! May or may not be canon for My Familiar's Ghost ;). 30+ more of these over on Patreon lol

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ID: 1. Full body of vampire Guillermo posing with his right hand in a peace sign and his left hand holding up his phone in selfie mode. He is wearing round glasses with gold frames and has his lips pursed as he looks at his phone screen. He is wearing brown dress shoes with a gold flame pattern, brown chinos, and a dark red ribbed sweater vest over a blue and pink floral button down. His collar is popped and he has on several gold rings, a gold hoop in his left ear, and a gold dangle on his right.

2. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing brown dress shoes with a lighter toe cap, dark blueish gray wool pants with a checker pattern, a lighter gray sweater vest over a pink button down with white stripes, and a black four tailed peacoat with a red rose pattern and lighter red lapels and liner. He has on several gold rings and gold studs with a curved loop back.

3. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing brown dress shoes with a lighter heart shaped toe cap, red chinos, and a sheer black button up with a red heart pattern over a black tank top. He has a single silver ring with a heart shape on his left ring finger and teardrop red jewels dangling from his ears.

4. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing rosy brown dress shoes with lighter wing tips, light pink cuords held up by suspenders, and a light pink and peach floral button up under an open knee length rosy brown cardigan with vertical stripes. There is a gold stud in his left ear and a dangling peach feather in his right.

5. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing leopard print loafers with no socks, black highwater pants, a black sweater with a knit chest pattern over a white button down, and an open front beige poncho with a diamond pattern along the trim. His shirt is untucked beneath the sweater, and he has on a pearl necklace along with several gold chains and matching pearl earrings.

6. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing brown wingtip shoes, black pinstripe high waisted pants, and a pale pink silk button up unbuttoned to his sternum under a knee length rosy brown fur coat. He has a white gold chain with a fang around his neck as well as matching rings topped with fangs on his middle two fingers and small hoops in his ears.

7. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing chocolate brown loafers, equally rich brown trousers, and a lace patterned sage green button up under a dark red cardigan with a diamond pattern. He has a knee length dark blue peacoat with a pink and green flower pattern on the lining and lapels as well as red teardrop earrings and a large blue stone on his left middle finger.

8. Repeat. Guilermo is wearing black dress shoes, black pants with a lighter bluish plaid pattern, and a black sweater over a white shirt with a red heart in the knit pattern over the breast. Fishnet pokes out from beneath the sleeves and he has on several silver rings, as well as a thin vertebrae necklace and ear studs with a silver triangle dangling from the left.

9. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing periwinkle loafers, dark purple-black pinstripe pants, and a translucent lace button down decorated with silver stars under a waistcoat colored like the night sky, with a purple nebula at the bottom and black with stars at the top. He has thin chain earrings and several silver rings shaped like stars and moons. /end ID

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Sorry this is probs a weird request but maybe elvis taking you onstage and showing everyone what a s!ut you are for him? omg ty!

All Mine

Elvis liked for you to stand in the wings while he performed at the International Hotel; there was something about the way he knew you were standing there just for him, because that’s where he wanted you. It was also handy for when he finished performing and he could just scoop you up into his arms and rush straight back up to your room in the hotel.

There was something about the way you were dressed tonight that had Elvis’ gaze finding you constantly whilst you were on stage. You were wearing a strapless baby pink dress, the skirt flowing gently to stop just above your knee, giving Elvis a teasing view of your thigh every time you moved your hips to the music. You had decided to wear your hair down in loose waves around your shoulders to hide the multitude of hickey’s that he had left on your skin earlier that day.

You were watching Elvis dance around the stage, always in awe of the way he was able to capture the attention of his audience. You were so focused on the way he was moving, his movements sending a wave of heat down between your legs, that you didn’t realise when the song finished and Elvis had begun speaking again.

‘There’s someone I want you guys to meet tonight, she’s stood in the wings of every performance I’ve done in this hotel and she is looking like an absolute angel tonight. Come on out here, baby.’ Your eyes widened as he gestured to you and you stepped back slightly shaking your head. Elvis let out a chuckle and made his way over to you. The moment he was offstage, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him as his other hand slowly crept along the inside of your thigh, making you lean into him slightly. ‘Come on, baby,’ he whispered in your ear, ‘come out there with me and let me show everyone how your all mine, how you’re my good girl, hmm?’

Knowing that it would be pointless to argue with him, you let yourself be dragged out of the shadow of the wings and underneath the warm glare of the spotlight. The sound of the applause was a distant hum in your ear as the only thing you could focus on was Elvis’ body pressed up against yours, sometime in the time he pulled up on stage, his hand had slipped out from under your dress and had attached to your hip in a bruising grip.

‘Here she is, ladies and gentlemen,’ Elvis said, quickly turning you around until your back was flush to the front of his body. ‘Ain’t she pretty, all dolled up for the show tonight.’ You cheeks flushed and you turned your head, a small smile working its way onto your lips as you tried to bury your head in Elvis’ neck, only to be stopped by his hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your face back towards the audience.

‘Keep looking forward, baby,’ he murmured into your ear, a shiver running down your spine, ‘be good for me and I’ll give you a treat when we get upstairs.’

‘Now, you see folks, I like to make sure people know what’s mine,’ he began, gathering your hair gently in his hands and brushing it over one shoulder, revealing the marks littering your neck and you jumped slightly, a small moan creeping from your lips as he pressed a kiss to one of the hickey’s. ‘And she’s so good for me, I needed to really show people who she belongs to,’ he said, running a finger along your collarbone, lightly fingering the gold necklace that sat prettily on your neck, Elvis’ name spelt in a pretty font on the chain; you hadn’t taken the necklace off since the day he’d given it to you, loving how it almost felt like a collar, letting everyone know that you were Elvis’. ‘In fact, she’s so good for me, I think she’d even let me take her right here on this piano in front of all you lovely people,’ he said, quickly lifting you until you were sat on top of the piano, stepping between your legs.

You nodded quickly in agreement, his name falling from your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the hair at the back of his head as he pulled you in for a bruising his, his tongue licking against your lips and groaning when he felt you grip onto him tighter. Forgetting where you were, your legs wrapped around his waist as you tried to press yourself closer to him, causing Elvis to laugh against your lips. ‘So good for me, pretty girl,’ he spoke against your lips, causing more whimpers to fall from your lips as you nodded.

‘Just for you,’ you whimpered, agreeing instantly.

‘I’ll wrap this up and then I’ll be upstairs, I want you ready on the bed for when I get there,’ he whispered in your ear, only for you to hear as he helped you down from the piano and pointed you back in the direction you’d came, slapping your ass lightly as you went.

As soon as you got back into the wings, before heading up to your room, you looked over your shoulder to see Elvis watching you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He winked at you before turning his attention back to the audience, planning to wrap the show up as quick as he could just to join you in your hotel room.

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IMAGINING . . . SOOBIN & HIS TATTOOS <3

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p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — SUGGESTIVE, fluff, established relationship!au, slight domestic!au somewhere in there | w — kissing (like a lot), sexual tension, smoking (reader & soobin), mention of cigarettes, mentions of food, j a lot of that stuff

A/N — um. i'm in distress. thank you.

🖇️ READ PART ONE HERE !!

finding soobin in the corners of the party— moonlight dripping onto his skin while he bent lower to stand eye level to you, tilting his head and making his hair bounce towards the side. a hand on yours while you slowly traced the design on his neck with the corner of your nail, and he'd wince at you, pressing his lips together everytime you dug a bit too deep. “you're gonna kill me, pretty.” and you'd giggle, fingering the necklace he wore, his forehead against yours and him groaning if you'd tug on it too hard.

and soobin's hand on your waist whenever you were near him— he wasn't really the type to make a scene in person, and you knew he wasn't afraid of anything. soobin trusted you enough to know you'll do the right thing, and if you ever needed him to be there for you, that's what he'll do. so when you'd glance towards him if you had someone particularly difficult hitting on you— he'd walk up to you, his hand softly finding your waist, a finger curling around the gold chain you were wearing around your stomach, and sweetly ask, “do we have a problem?”

and surprisingly, you didn't think you'd be admitting this, but soobin was good with kids. you remember when he called you once, asking you if you'd like to tag along on a day out with his niece. and when you arrived at his place— he sat there on the floor, his legs in a W position, the shape of his muscles defined as he blew bubbles around, smiling softly as his niece scrambled to pop each one. it was quite the sight to see, someone intimidating like him waving a wand around and popping each bubble. and seeing you, she ran to hide behind soobin, who cooed and softly encouraged her to say hello.

“she warmed up to you pretty quick,” soobin hummed as he watched from the kitchen, watching his niece show you her favorite sofia the first plushie, “she doesn't let anyone touch that doll.”

and saying that, she grew shy, calling her uncle a “big meanie !!!!” and you joined her, pointing at soobin and blowing raspberries together, drowning his voice accusing you of letting her say ‘bad words’.

and after an unhealthy lunch of dinosaur nuggets and smiley face fries, soobin took his car out the garage, slowly watching you point to cats and birds in the late afternoon with his niece, her watching in awe with your vast vocabulary of animals beyond ‘cat and dog.’ and at the park, she sat with tons of paper and markers scrambled out in front of her, encouraging you to color with her. but you weren't coloring on paper, or in her barbie coloring book, but on soobin's arm.

and soobin was particular about his tattoos being colored, making faces if a marker of his choice wasn't picked up. and you'd whisper in her ear to “shut the FUCK up,” when his niece's bottom lip would start quivering, cooing at her that soobin would love the color she picked. and he'd take a nap as he'd feel the cool markers spread across his skin, sometimes smiling at the feeling. and when she'd finish, he'd beam at her, pinching her cheek and calling her his little artist— and you'd watch him in awe as he'd listen to his niece trying to convince him why he should have a heart tattoo with her and your name in it, and how she would color it pink.

and after she had gone to sleep that evening, a strict bedtime of 7PM soobin would rather die than not follow, he plopped next to you on the couch, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. and he told you how pretty you were today when you asked if she was asleep, so sweet around his family. and you felt soobin's fingers tap your thigh as he bent closer and placed a soft kiss to your jaw, nibbling at the streaks of marker on your shoulders— your “matching stars” as his niece called it, sighing as he felt your fingers tug at his hair. and he'd glance up at you occasionally, tilting his head with a smile as he fake whined, “they stop here,” he rubbed right below your collarbones, “thats not fair,” and you'd tell him to shut up, placing a finger over his wet lips, just in case his niece walked out.

and soobin loved it when you'd stare not so discreetly at his legs when he'd sit down, or the way you'd watch when he'd steer his car with one arm, picking at the material of your top. and he'd ask you what's wrong, knowing it was him that had you look so flustered, feeling the heat rise in the room. and he'd giggle at you, his chain coming over to hit your chest as he buried his face in your neck, telling you in between gasps that that he can't concentrate if you're staring at him like that.

and soobin was never someone to pressure you to try new things— but if you wanted to, he'd arrange for it. like sitting on his lap in his car, fingers softly playing with the waistband of his sweatshorts while he helped you try a cigarette for the first time. and although it wasn't particularly up your alley, he laughed at your reaction, hands grazing your thighs while you reached over to open the window, saying you'd never try that again.

and you watched him take it into his own mouth, blowing the smoke softly on your chest and lightly up your neck, the feeling of it nip at your bare skin. and he'd see your eyes trail from his lips down to his collarbones in his tank top, oh, so pretty with the smoke curling around his face. and you'd drag your fingers up from his waist to his shoulders, asking him sweetly if you could kiss the designs on his collarbones. and he started coughing on his next puff, eyes going wide and cheeks growing pink, feeling butterflies, nibbling at his stomach walls. and he'd nod, swallowing lightly as he saw your back arch in the windshield while you bent over to place your lips against his skin, his thigh involuntarily flexing underneath you, a shaking finger moving to press the button to shut the window.

and the cute whine he'd let out when you'd obviously avoid his lips while kissing his face, shifting underneath you and tightening his grip on your waist. and you'd ask all innocent, “what?” and he'd sigh, leaning his head back, eyes not being able to focus on you, licking his lips. and he'd mutter your name, whispering a small, “please.”

and you'd watch silently as he took a puff, sizzling in the silence, and bending closer and placing his craving lips on you— soft smoke curling on your skin and around your vision as his teeth lightly peppered you, asking you why you would tease him like that? and he'd try again, another sizzle in the silent car before the sound of his lips on your skin continued, lightly whimpering at your nails trailing up and down his back.

and you'd inhale the scent that was now kissed onto your skin as you'd watch soobin place his head back, teased red lips in a smirk and slick on his chin as he'd watch you, smoke in your hair and you'd smile at him.

and he'd whisper breathless as you giggled at his gaze, asking him to teach you how he did that, reaching over towards another cigarette and placing it between your teeth as he clicked the lighter in front of your lips.

“so pretty, aren't you?”

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Giganterra (Chapter 33)

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------ Chapter 33: The True History ------

Ronny didn’t sleep well, with Tanya weeping next to his head all night on his nightstand. They both eventually nodded off, but Ronny had to get up early for his morning tutoring lessons. Yet again, he was too ashamed to face Tanya. With the morning came recollections and fresh perspective. As he was dressed and fed, Ronny snuck a glance at Tanya, huddled up in her own doll bed. She didn’t get up or look at him, even when he opened the lid to give her breakfast. She only pulled the sheets tighter around her, hiding from view. 

He was wounded inside, not only to be given the cold shoulder but when reflecting on his past behavior. He questioned if he was a fool, falling into the trap of being too soft. Perhaps he was making a mistake, seeing humans as people. Maybe he was being irrational. Should he harden his heart, as his father demanded of him? He hated to admit that his monster of a father could be right, but these powerful new feelings were out of control. It would be so much easier, just to trample them into the dirt and fall back into his old ways. 

He smoothed his features, still swollen purple from his beating, into an aloof, frosty expression and trudged to class. If he had a choice, he’d prefer to just lay in bed and sleep. He was depressed, exhausted, and cranky. The sight of his sister, playing with a small man on the end of her fine gold chain, irritated him further. He wished the humans would just go away. He didn’t want to ruminate over what he had done—all the horrible things he had done. He sat down in his chair. 

“Welcome back,” Milton began. “Today we’re going to be studying... history.” An excited gleam entered his eye as he dramatically plunked a thick, ancient tome on his desk and tapped the cover with his finger. 

“That’s boring!” Bianca interrupted rudely. The royal children had been schooled to death about past generations of Giganterra’s kings and queens. She continued to fiddle with her necklace, slurping the diminutive man’s feet and legs in her mouth and sucking on them. He cried out, but she covered his mouth with her fingertip to muffle his screams. 

Milton appeared unperturbed by her lack of interest. He opened the book and flicked through the dusty pages. “This book chronicles the history of Minimaterra.” Both Ronny and Bianca perked up their ears at this information. Although the tutor didn’t realize it, he was treading in dangerous waters. Minimaterra’s history was one of those “forbidden subjects” that King Richard prohibited. 

The erudite giant cleared his throat and began to read, paraphrasing the longer portions in his own words. The royal siblings listened with rapt attention. “Minimaterra was once referred to by a different name, though what exactly that name was is now lost to the ages. The original title was censored by later generations, physically scratched out or removed in historical documents. It used to be a kingdom of giants, a neighboring country to Giganterra. The two kingdoms were not on the friendliest of terms, but maintained a brittle peace, as they were about equal in regards to size and military strength. One could not conquer the other without great cost and excessive bloodshed. 

“Magic was practiced clandestinely among certain bloodlines, but was reviled and feared as unholy witchcraft. Sorcerers were forced to practice their craft in secret. The government, while aware of these family lineages, did not prosecute the spellcasters as long as they didn’t cause problems. One day, a sorcerer used his magic to disguise his face, masquerading as a trusted servant to the king, and breached the castle grounds to assassinate the ruler of Minimaterra. The impersonator almost succeeded, but made a critical error and was discovered at the last second, before he could carry out the deed. 

“This attempt on the king’s life rocked Minimaterra to its foundations. The king suspected that the sorcerer had been sent by the king of Giganterra to destroy his reign, though the truth remains obscured to this day. He became intensely paranoid, perceiving an enemy in every face. He declared anyone that used magic to be his enemy, and a witch hunt began. Sorcerers were rooted out by the royal guards and exterminated en masse. They were burned at the stake or chained to heavy stones and drowned in lakes. Most died, but some managed to flee. Giganterra, as an enemy to Minimaterra, accepted the refugees with open arms. 

“The king of Giganterra saw a golden opportunity to eliminate a powerful rival, once and for all. He pledged to protect all sorcerers from persecution, in exchange for their undying loyalty. They swore fealty to the royal Hardon bloodline in perpetuity through a magical blood oath, one that would literally boil their blood in their veins if they ever betrayed the king. In this way, they were finally allowed to practice their magic in the open, but they were bound in service to the kingdom. 

“Giganterra and its new allies now had a common hatred for Minimaterra, and a common goal: to exact revenge, and bring the mighty kingdom to its knees. The sorcerers pooled their resources together, transforming their bloodthirsty grudge into a catastrophic punishment that would curse the kingdom eternally. This curse was a terrible poison that tainted the air, the water, the land, the plants, the animals, and the people. The once prosperous giant kingdom was reduced to a speck, shrunk down until the people were less than a finger’s length in height, minimized into complete insignificance. The kingdom was disastrously crippled. 

“Any living creature that entered this wretched kingdom would permanently shrink, including other giants. The only people exempt were the sorcerers themselves and their allies tied by blood magic, those who acted on behalf of Giganterra’s king. In order to prevent the enchantment from spreading, or Giganterra’s subjects from foolishly trespassing into the bewitched land and shrinking, the giant king built a wall around the territory. The miniaturized kingdom fell under his ownership, and he could do with the tiny people as he pleased. 

“Giganterra’s king was ecstatic over his newfound power, and the total subjugation of his longtime rival, but he had one problem. He, too, feared the horrifying power of the sorcerers after witnessing the impossible miracles the magic had wrought firsthand. He harbored the same prejudice in his heart towards magic as the wider populace. While the sorcerers had sworn a magical oath to serve him, he worried they would eventually find a way to break the spell, using their collective numbers, and rise against him. Before they could revolt, he cracked down while they were still helpless to resist and destroyed all the bloodlines except for one, the Ogreson bloodline. Their specialty was in potions and runic stones, a more restricted form of magic, so the king reasoned that they would have more difficulty deposing him. He still wished to harness their power for his own use. 

“The remaining sorcerers were extremely bitter over the king’s betrayal, but there was nothing they could do. They did not have the ability to break the oath, contrary to what the mistrustful king believed. The king eventually died of old age, and generations passed. Future kings did not release the remaining sorcerers from their blood oath, but they did seek to make amends, giving them special privileges and luxuries, as well as the respect they felt they deserved. Over time, the fractured alliance was restored. 

“Minimaterra’s fate was dependent upon the whims of the current ruler. Some kings were more benevolent and allowed the miniature kingdom to conduct its own affairs and flourish, while others went mad with power and demanded tribute and slaves. The kingdom was regarded more as a farm to extract harvest, and the people as commodities. The history was lost to the sands of time, and the people of Giganterra forgot that the citizens of Minimaterra were once giants, just like them.” 

Milton trailed off, closing the book solemnly. Ronny and Bianca sat in stunned silence, spellbound by the revelation. Bianca still held her human toy between her teeth, furrowing her brows in contemplation. 

“So... the humans really are people, just like us giants,” Ronny said quietly. His doubts from that morning had been shattered in an instant. 

“Correct,” Milton affirmed. 

Bianca spat out her human slave, stuffing him vindictively into her cleavage. “Well, it sounds like they deserved their fate!” she declared. “They messed up! They shouldn’t have made such foolish decisions!” 

“Perhaps the rulers in charge,” the tutor replied coolly. “But the whole kingdom?” 

“Ab... Absolutely!” Bianca insisted, though her tone lacked determination. “Plus, this happened thousands of years ago, right? I’m sure they’ve regressed in development since then and acclimated to their role in the natural order. Their size marks them as our inferiors, our prey. Obviously. End of discussion.” She crossed her arms with a pout. 

“What do you think, Ronny?” Milton asked, directing his attention to the prince. 

Ronny didn’t answer right away. He also had his arms crossed, folded on his desk as he leaned forward stiffly so his lacerated back didn’t rub on his chair. “I don’t know,” he mumbled faintly. 

Before Milton could respond, Leon came into the room. “Sorry to interrupt,” Leon began. “King Richard sent me to supervise the lesson and check up on the progress of…” He stopped, trailing off as he spied the book on the table. The color sapped out of his waxen face. 

“What’s the matter?” Milton inquired. Leon didn’t answer, but began compulsively wringing his hands in a nervous tic. “Is there a problem?” 

“Um… class is dismissed!” Leon announced, a bit too loudly for the compact room. The royal siblings didn’t question the order, not wanting to be in class anyway, and readily marched out. Leon peeked out the door in their wake, checking the hall warily before closing the door. 

“Put that away!” he hissed. “And don’t let King Richard know you found it! Or shared it with his heirs!” 

“Why not?” Milton argued. “What’s so wrong about having knowledge? Are you suggesting to me that the prince and princess shouldn’t know the history of their own country, and the subservient territories?” He kept his voice level and calm, but inside he was boiling with indignation. As a teacher, he believed willful ignorance to be the worst form of blindness. 

Leon groaned softly. “It’s not that I disagree,” he elaborated, in a gentler tone. “But King Richard wishes to keep them in ignorance. If he finds out you told them…” He gulped. “He won’t be happy.” 

Milton sighed. “Pure folly,” he muttered. 

“Additionally, he will never allow you to leave his service if he knows that you possess such secrets. Why do you think I’m still here? Despite it all?” The corners of his mouth twitched and he clinched his teeth. “I mean… I’m here for my own reasons as well. I do what I can…”  

He ground his teeth as the familiar rotten taint of guilt over his complicity spilled into his gut, burning and festering into an ulcer. All the abominable things he’d done, in service to the king: kidnapping defenseless humans, arresting people, conscripting people into the king’s service, always being wrapped around the monarch’s finger, whispering into his ear like a snake, even as the treacherous snake of his own creation slithered around his own throat, tightening the noose and readying him for a trip to the gallows—it all made him ill, dreadfully ill. At the end of the day, though, he couldn’t leave, even if he desired to. So, he did what he could, by giving sensible advice that he sincerely hoped would steer the king to a more righteous path. It was the best he could do. His soul was condemned to damnation in the afterlife, with all he’d done, but he at least hoped to save others from a gruesome fate in this life, and wash some of the gallons of blood off his hands. 

Milton folded his eyebrows together. “You do what you have to do, Leon. And I’ll do what I have to do.” Exactly what that was, Milton wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he would not be so easily threatened or deterred. He was becoming invested, and he wasn’t the type to give up so easily. He knew he’d be visiting the library again today, without a doubt. 

Leon gave him a significant look. “Tread carefully, Milton. And remember… I am the eyes and ears of the king. I have to report what I’ve witnessed here today, as we cannot trust the prince and princess to stay quiet. But I will protect you, this time. Next time… you may not be so lucky. You’ve been warned.” 

Chapter 34

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